There was no electricity when we arrived at Port Macinaggio,
and we went through much trouble ordering in the dark.
You know what is harder than reading a menu in the dark?
Reading a menu in French, in the dark.
I think i guessed lots of the dishes from a few words i knew here and there,
and Yishninini and i had to ask what the rest were.
Power came back on just after we ordered!
Soupe de poisson / fish soup
One of my favourite starters to have…
Even took a picture of a soupe de poisson recipe to try at home.
A seafood pasta Yishnini and i shared.
This is a picture of the whole dish, with Yishninini behind just to show its massive proportions.
Oh, ignore the prawns photoshopped on her head.
I was showing Nir the wonders of Photoshop and decided to just leave them there.
Since we arrived at the port pretty late in the evening,
Yishninini and i went for a rather short walk around the rather small town the next morning before we set sail again.
Little lamppost for little people…
Yishninini’s toys, and Wilson
I must admit that on the 5th to 6th day upon returning from UK,
i fell into some sort of panic and depression.
(I know some of you must be thinking, “Depressed? What the hell does she have to be depressed about?!”)
Panic about what i want to do with my life.
Depression about what i was doing with my life,
where am i going? What am i learning?
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.
I got moody on Sunday,
and refrained from being next to Clem too much
so i wouldn’t take it out on the poor man.
I would sit down and space out and worry for hours.
And all these crazy ideas would flow through my head,
on how to solve my dilemma ON LIFE.
At the back of my head, was a nigging “What is wrong with me?”
My best guess is that after a heavenly 7 weeks of traveling in Europe
and being on such a stretched out natural high,
there had to be a balance to that.
So my high had to come crashing down.
The good thing about losing myself in this panic,
was that it set me afire to make calls and send emails on
Things That Joyce Is Planning For The Future.
Besides that, i’ve been preparing for my speech i’m to give tomorrow
to a conference of about 400 people.
Enough of that then!
Let’s go on to happy holiday pictures i haven’t posted up yet!
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I just wanted to show kinda where we were
(the red line is not too accurate and i might get an email from Nir saying ‘that’s not the exact route we took!’. But i’m blogging with a deadline at the back of my head so i’ll do a better map when i’m free!)
[click for larger view]
The balloon is focused on Corsica.
Toulon is where i landed via airplane,
an hour’s car ride away is St. Tropez,
where we set off sail from.
Well, after visiting San Remo, we (or more like the crew) sailed the biggest gap we had to do on the trip,
from mainland to the island of Corsica.
They did it in the morning,
while Yishninini and i ‘slept like angels’, according to Nir.
We corrected him saying, “Pigs, you mean :p”
We had lunch on the boat,
before exploring the island in the afternoon!
bikini; pistol panties @ topshop
I was taken aback to see a number of cows, right on the beach.
Cows on a beach..?
Okay, this might seem jakun to some people,
but i’ve never seen cows RIGHT on the beach before.
With people sunbathing pretty much next to them,
and their cowdung. Which i had to avoid.
Speaking of cows, here’s a trippy cow video ShaolinTiger tweeted today.
I LOVE IT!
Happy Birthday to Yishninini today!
She turns 27 on the 27th this year
The gorgeous beach towel my Aunt G got me when we went for Wicked
Btw, Dino is Yishninini’s toy, not mine!
Wilson is the luckiest golf ball in the whole world!
Nir’s catamaran, christened Nakida, that we were staying on for a week.
Next cruise post – Port de Macinaggio, which is far north of Corsica!